Weekend Treasure Hunt 28: Should You Choose To Accept It (open to all)

[Ashin Varanin]

YOUR MISSION, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT​

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A fanatic nation of Jedi extremists has taken root deep in the Outer Rim. ​

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Contemptuous of other Jedi regimes, they are gathering strength to purify the galaxy.​

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Word has reached certain parties of a convocation to be held at Dreadnought Station, orbiting the planet Parneauvia, once known as Osseinium.​

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Spoiler

Dreadnaught Station - The hulk of an ancient Invincible-class Dreadnaught Heavy Cruiser, Dreadnaught Station is a relic of the Blackrow Hyperlines takeover of Osseinium. Originally the Osseinium Defense Fleet's flagship, Blizzard, the vessel was crippled during the conquest and left adrift in a distant orbit around the planet. Even during the days of Blackrow, the wreck had become a haven for smugglers and outlaws in the system, and was left in place so that it could be occasionally raided by the Blackrow security forces, who would round up the worst of the troublemakers and then leave, concentrating most of the illicit traffic in the system through one place and thus making it easier to deal with. After Blackrow Hyperlines collapsed, however, most of the smugglers and pirates who had called the wreck home moved to the old Blackrow Freight Terminal, leaving Dreadnaught Station to a subset of old-timers and outlaw techs. In recent years, the station has become a center of illicit starship modification and even construction, sprouting skeletal shipyards and other additions like cancerous growths.​

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WAR is coming to Dreadnought Station, but not a war of ship against ship or army against army. The Jedi Crusade's defenses are too strong. Your mission is to sneak aboard Dreadnought Station by any means available to you, and make the problem go away. Maybe that means infiltrating the extremist convocation. Maybe that means open violence or quiet assassination. Maybe it means sabotaging their plans or stealing information.​

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One way or another, you have been hired to destroy an empire in the making. Cut off the head of the snake. End this threat before it begins.​

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KEY LOCATIONS: Holocron Vault Entrance - Convocation Chamber - Control Center - Market Promenade - Main Docking Bay​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Carradine Dukal"]

She'd heard of the Jedi extremists on Naboo and this was a boon to her. Normally she spent her day hauling Ice between Naboo and Sullust. Today she was on a different mission, something new and unique. With her YT-1300 the Millennium Hawk packed to the gills she was ready to roll. Except she had a few more crew to take on.

She had an add out on the Holo net as well as the Cryptnet.​

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"Will take folks to Dreadnaught station. Discreet travel under a neutral no name Captain. Stealth Guaranteed. 100 creds per passenger."​

 

[Eun]

Light shimmered and contorted, then fell away like a cloak, revealing a young woman standing in a deserted hallway. Perspiration beaded her brow. She wiped it away, a small smirk twitching at the corner of her mouth.

Step one: sneak in. Check.

Step two?

Space a few burlaps.

Apparently the Do-Gooders With Glowsticks Gang weren't so do-goody around these parts, which meant killing a few for the First Order was no big deal. Right? Kate snorted to herself and mentally stamped out that train of thought. Bottomline was that the more jobs she did for the First Order the less they would remember her attempted kidnapping of the Honorable Miss Stick-in-the-Mud. Or at least that was the idea.

So, sneaking into the Jedi Junta didn't seem so bad. Granted, maybe she could have prepared a little better. She glanced down at herself. Black top. Black pants. Spider silk, sure, but a suit of armor would be nice right now. Unfortunately, bending light was already hard enough without having to worry about the sound of armored boots.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Hello, I am a master of stealth.

She thought it might be cold, but the exertion of trying to just maintain a state of invisibility left her feeling way too hot. Kate was used to the chill temperature of a ship in deep space. Reaching back with both hands, she pulled her hair off her neck and put it up with a band from her wrist.

Ok. Time for step two.

Exhale. Inhale. Her fingers moved. The air shimmered. Kate disappeared.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Carradine Dukal"]

She as doing a Zero G manuever. Though Alleria was not much for the Social Justice of the times, this warranted an investigation, plus she had it on real good authority that there just be a high level bounty here. The leader of this ring in question and several of his associates had wanted adds in the more shady agencies.

Not above the board, but credits were credits. Either way it put ammo in her gun, food in her mouth and fuel in her tank.

As the space between the trash barge and the drop off shuttle widened she was floating in it, totally at the mercy of whatever unseen foe was watching. Her Ughnaught companion Nub Nub was there too, holding onto her harness.

"This really a good idea. How we getting off this thing?"

"Steal a ship." Her tone was terse and short.

They were coming up on the barge. With a blink into her HUD she activated her mag boots and gave her jetpack a little fire, angling them down.

*Crunch*

Her Crush Gaunts gripped the steel of a crane, crushing it as the servos whined. There was a brief sigh of relief as she swung her body down to lock her feet to the underside of the thing. They were firmly attached to the keel now, and she had a little more time to elaborate as she checked her weapons.

All kinetics, no blasters. She knew how these Jettii types rolled.

"Once this thing docks I'm estimating we'll be in the aft aned of the station, lower levels. Then were just blend in however we can till we make our move. Targets name is Ra' Salah. Some kind of Jedi Radical. Borderline Darkside they say...."

The rest of the file was irrelevant to her. She just needed the name and the face...